Chapter 371 The King Under Attack
Tall black walls rose up from the ground, the bright light was blocked, and the nearby environment became dim at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The mottled, moldy, and pitted walls began to breed black and green mold, and a cold and obscure fog began to fill the air, like haze and darkness, and a thick black mist spread.
The sky above our heads changed from day to night at this moment. Tall black walls blocked the road, and the road turned into a maze made of black walls.
The banker's face was livid, and the stony gray-white color of his eyes was spreading, turning half of his face into stone. He looked up: "The supernatural interference is too serious, and I can't use my ghost realm at all. I can’t even fly out.”
"That ghost is the source of the ghost street. This place has begun to be assimilated into a ghost street. If this continues, we will always be trapped here."
The projectionist's face was horrified, and he looked down at the gray-white stone that spread to the street. Even using black ink to fight against his skin had little effect, and the petrification on his body spread slowly and uncontrollably.
The terrible petrification curse is eroding, spreading along every part of the body. If they don't find a solution soon, it won't be long before they become nothing more than a sculpture.
The petrified limbs were completely unable to be controlled, and even the supernatural power was suppressed and fell into silence.
The gravedigger took a deep breath, pointed in one direction and said quickly: "I can sense that there is a very powerful supernatural collision in that direction. The black wall ghost cannot cover it, and it may be the only gap for the ghost. ”
The entire left hand turned into stone, and the gray-white stain on the shoulder was spreading to the chest. The longer it went, the more petrified parts there were, and the more severe the suppression effect on the evil ghost he controlled.
Suddenly.
"Tap tap tap~"
The sound of heavy footsteps like a walking corpse gradually came from the corner of the black wall.
“Retreat!”
The gravedigger had a look of horror on his face and ran in that direction without hesitation.
The banker and projectionist reacted a beat slowly, then quickly caught up.
But the next moment.
"Boom, boom, boom..."
A mottled and moldy black wall rose from the ground, blocking the aisle, blocking the banker and the projectionist in front of them. Come down.
The projectionist looked ferocious: "Damn it, I was stopped."
The banker was anxious and pushed the black wall with all his strength, but then the black wall did not move at all, and the aisle became a dead end.
The heavy footsteps are getting closer and closer.
The projectionist and banker turned around, their pupils shrinking, and a scary old man wearing a black vest slowly walked out from the corner of the black wall.
The old man's skin and flesh were thin and his eyes were hollow and numb, without any emotion of a living person. The stiff corpse stood in place, without breathing or shaking.
Sudden.
The black and white projection enveloped the old man, as if an old movie was being shown.
"Let's fight it off together, or everyone will die."
The projectionist shouted wildly, and the whole person disappeared, appearing in a black movie on the ground.
In the movie projected on the ground, several distorted and blurry figures walked out, as if they had received orders, running towards the old man in a weird posture.
The projectionist pulled out a chainsaw from nowhere and slashed at the old man.
“You don’t need to tell me, I know it.”
The banker’s face was very solemn. He took off the green money bag tied to his waist and took out a stack of brick-thick banknotes from it. He suddenly hit the old man on the head.
Not only that, the banker rushed forward, opened the mouth of the green bag, and put it on the old man's head.
The distance between humans and ghosts is rapidly closing.
"Ah..."
The twisted and blurry figure in the old movie was the first to pounce on the old man, making a weird and shrill cry.
The old man stiffly twisted his head and looked at the person approaching with his empty, numb, gray-white pupils.
An amazing scene happened.
Those twisted and blurry figures were instantly petrified, and even fell out of the black and white film and broke into stone fragments.
Old movies flickered, as if they had a bad connection.
The projectionist let out a shrill wail, and his body quickly spread gray.
But the next moment.
The electric saw fell, and the picture projected on the ground strangely showed a ferocious electric saw extending out and chopping at the old man's calf.
Scars appeared on the old man's skinny calf, and the skin and flesh were lifted, revealing the covered gray-white stones.
The projectionist screamed loudly: "It turns out that the body is a supernatural component, but it is just covered with a layer of human skin."
The chainsaw chopped on the stone, leaving only a shallow white mark.
Gululu.
The projectionist's gray face was full of fear, and his stiff body rolled out of the movie screen on the ground, and was completely eroded into a statue.
Then the next moment.
A green money bag covered the old man's head.
The banker breathed a sigh of relief and covered his head. As expected, the petrification curse stopped spreading.
The attack was interrupted.
Suddenly.
A look of pain appeared on his face, and he looked down in disbelief. A carving knife stabbed into his stomach at some point.
"It hurts! It hurts!"
Along with the severe pain, an extremely strong sense of agitation from the ghost's resurgence came, and the control over the body was being taken away by something.
“I am a different kind!”
The banker looked ferocious, and roared like a ghost. Along with the pain, the dead ghost suddenly revived.
The ghost's instinct is to engulf the consciousness of a living person.
Not a moment later.
The banker stood on the spot, motionless. The lively look in his eyes disappeared, becoming numb and hollow, and his whole body exuded a cold aura that was not like a living person.
The terrible killing pattern disappears.
The old man, whose head was covered with money bags, started to move again, knocked away the banker Li Gui who was blocking him, and wandered towards the black wall blocking the corridor, as if following the whereabouts of this other target.
However, the old man who came to the black wall stopped again.
Because the money bag is a supernatural object, it is real and cannot walk over walls.
Gradually, the old man left the money bag and walked into the black wall, disappearing from the dead end.
A human-shaped shadow was left on the mottled and moldy black wall, and a green money bag fell from mid-air.
This dead end has returned to deathly silence. No, the banker who has turned into a ghost is already wandering in this aisle, and the sound of footsteps in the silent environment is particularly clear.
……
"The ghost is so familiar, I seem to have seen it before somewhere. By the way, it is an event recorded in the supernatural files, the out-of-control Yin and Yang Street in Daxiang City."
Liu San stood there with a look of surprise and uncertainty, looking at Looking at the black walls around him, an ominous premonition spread in his heart.
Now he is in a dilemma. Behind him is a fuzzy area full of powerful supernatural interference, and in front of him is an empty and dim street.
Just when he was hesitating to go forward and explore, a figure rushed out from the corner, as if something terrifying was chasing him.
When Liu San saw the foreign-looking man, he immediately knew something in his heart and became wary: "He is a foreign ghost controller. This man must know something."
He immediately shouted: "Stop!"
"Paper Man Liu San, no, this is just a paper man."
The gravedigger's expression changed, and he stretched out his hand covered with soil. With his palm, he grabbed the paper man's chest and swung it behind him, then continued running non-stop and threw himself into the blurry area.
“Bang.”
Liu San was angry, feeling that his body flying in the air hit something hard and was stopped, and then fell to the ground.
A feeling of being stared at by a ghost came over him. When he turned around to look, he saw only a face full of age spots and a pair of gray-white pupils.
Suddenly.
Gray white spreads.
The paper man quickly turned into a lifelike statue, and the horrifying expression on the statue's face was frozen in this moment forever.
“Tap tap tap~”
The old man walked stiffly, past the statues on the ground, and into the blurry area.
Thanks to book friend 493432 for the reward.
(End of this chapter)